The fear of cultivating immortals comes from insufficient firepower

Seeing that the competition was over, the host spoke again.

"Okay, Fellow Daoist Long and Fellow Daoist Bai have another gambling fight. Now, who among the following wants to take action again?"

Hearing this, Fellow Daoist Bai stood up with a gloomy expression.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, I have to go see how my disciple is doing? I'll excuse you for the moment."

After saying that, Taoist Bai walked directly out of the hall.

Seeing this, the owner of the venue did not force the opponent to stay, nor did he ask for his bet back.

Instead, he got up to see him off and asked someone to arrange a residence for Master Bai and his disciples.

Everyone is acquaintances, and they are all well-known Nascent Soul experts. The owner of the venue is not afraid that Taoist Bai will default on his debt.

After the other party left, Long Kui waved to the man with the horn behind him.

"Leng Jiao, you have just watched a few games. Do you have the confidence to defeat fellow Taoist fighters from Jinhua?"

Hearing this, the horned man, Leng Jiao, thought for a while and finally shook his head.

"Reporting to the master, I'm not sure."

Long Kui: "Oh, tell me."

Leng Jiao: "I have seen it before. Although the fighter named Dad is only in the middle stage of the Golden Core, his spiritual power is stronger than many in the late Golden Core stage."

"In addition, this person has various magical powers, and all of them are very powerful."

"The most important thing is that I feel that this person did not show his true strength in the previous battles and still had reservations."

In response, Long Kui also nodded.

He is a Nascent Soul cultivator, and he actually sees this.

When asking your slave, you just want to see what the other person thinks.

Moreover, the two of them did not speak through sound transmission, but spoke openly.

Therefore, the other big guys also heard it clearly.

After the two of them finished speaking, the owner of the venue suddenly smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist Dragon, if you say this, you don't dare to bet on a fight, right?"

Hearing this, Long Kui showed no sign of anger at all.

Instead, he looked at the other person with shrewd eyes: "Fellow Taoist Jinhua, I admit that you are indeed a powerful freedom fighter."

"I'm not as blind as Daoist Bai when it comes to things that I'm not sure about."

"Let's put it this way, if you eliminate the other fighters, I will still be willing to continue betting with you, but if it is the same one from before, forget it."

"I won't be so stupid about wasting money."

On the other side, Luo Dade, who had never been in a gambling fight, also nodded.

"I, like Fellow Daoist Long, have just watched it. Your freedom fighter is indeed very weird."

"If other fighters come on the field, I would still be willing to take a gamble. But if it is this, forget it. I can't afford to lose tens of thousands of high-grade spiritual stones."

Seeing several people saying this, the owner Ji Jinhua felt a little regretful, but soon showed a smile.

"Okay, since none of you are willing to bet or fight, I won't force it."

"But I would like to ask a few of you to stay in the Sanling Black Market first. Let's talk about the Earth Fire Spirit in detail tomorrow, how about that?"

Several people did not object to this.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, they each left first.

However, not long after they left, Long Kui and his son returned together, with Leng Jiao still following them.

Sitting on the ground, Long Kui looked at the host with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Jinhua, you just sent a message secretly, saying that you have something to discuss with me alone. I wonder what it is?"

In response, the owner smiled and pointed to the Colosseum below.

"Please see, Brother Daoist Dragon, the Colosseum is packed with people today. My business has never been so good."

"And many of them have won a lot of money in my Colosseum during this period."

"Why don't we take advantage of the crowd today and work together to make a profit?"

When he heard about making money, Long Kui's eyes lit up.

"Oh, how to make money?"

The owner of the field: "It's very simple. Now these people are just like you. They all think that this free Taoist priest named Dad is unstoppable and has no opponent in the Golden Core Realm."

"So I immediately asked someone to arrange a fight. My freedom fighter father will fight against your slave fighter."

Having said this, the host showed a shrewd smile in his eyes.

"In addition, through my operation in the past few days, this freedom fighter named Dad has won seventeen games in a row yesterday, and adding the two just now, it will be nineteen games."

"And my rule here is that the Free Taoist Priest can leave after winning twenty games in a row."

"So I will announce that the next battle will be dad's last battle in the Colosseum."

"Tell me, what will happen to these people when they learn that their cash cow has only one last show left?"

Long Kui slapped his thigh after hearing this: "It goes without saying that he must have put all his wealth and life into it, hoping to make a big fortune in the end."

The owner nodded naturally: "Well, if he loses at this time, not only can I get back the money I spent before."

"You can still make a lot of money, right?"

Hearing this, Long Kui completely understood.

"You mean, you're going to let this freedom fighter lose to Leng Jiao on purpose, and then plunder all these people's money?"

"But if you do this, how much can you give me?"

The owner of the venue raised a finger: "Don't worry, I won't treat your old friend badly."

"As long as you send your slave to accompany you in the performance, I will share 10% of your income from this scene. How about it?"

When Long Kui heard this, his face immediately fell.

"What? Just 10%, fellow Taoist Jinhua, are you kidding me?"

The owner of the field immediately smiled: "Fellow Daoist Dragon, don't underestimate Yi Cheng. There are many strong people here, and they all have a lot of wealth."

"Even if it's 10%, it's already a lot. Besides, you're just sending people to act, so you have nothing to lose."

"I thought of sharing this benefit with you because we are friends."

"If you don't want it, then I can go to Fellow Daoist Luo. I believe he will be interested."

Hearing this, Long Kui thought about it but still didn't agree.

"Fellow Daoist Jinhua, 10% is too little, no matter what, it must be 20%. If not, you can go find Luo Dade!"

In the end, after the man bargained for a while, the owner finally gave in and decided to give 15% of the income to Long Kui.

And Long Kui accepted it.

After discussing the terms, the owner immediately sent a message to the villain below and asked his subordinates to bring Li Xiaofan up.

At the same time, another battle started again below.

But what came on stage was an old slave fighter and a second-level monster.

On this side, after Li Xiaofan learned the news, he could only follow the people from the Colosseum to the hall where the owner was.

Seeing Li Xiaofan come in, the host immediately waved.

"My friend, sit down quickly. I am Ji Jinhua, the owner of the Colosseum."

When Li Xiaofan heard that the other party was the owner of the field, he was even more surprised. He didn't know what the other party wanted to do when he came to see him at this time.

However, Li Xiaofan has seen too many storms, and his face can still remain calm.

He slightly cupped his fists and bowed to the two bosses, the owner and Long Kui.

"Master, I didn't know how to call the junior over. What's the matter?"